Chapter 19
Zane
When Kane first proposed the idea of sharing Mercy, I absolutely hated it. Every fiber of my being was on edge, because I knew that if he got a taste of her—alone or otherwise—I was fucked.
I never imagined being fucked.
Not by her.
It doesn’t matter that it’s her mouth instead of her pussy—she wields that hot hole like the weapon it is, licking and sucking my cock like her favorite lollipop.
I didn’t even know she had experience with dicks, because wasn’t she a virgin until five minutes ago?
Why the hell does she get off on getting me off?
I grit my teeth as she smirks up at me, completely smitten with herself and her dirty plan. I was already hard from swallowing Kane’s load, and now she wants to show how good she is at swallowing my load. Is this a competition, or something?
How the hell do I forfeit, because—
Mercy hollows out her cheeks and I stop breathing. I can’t. I can’t. Pleasure radiates from the tip of my cock all the way through my shaft, drawing my balls up in record time. Fuck. Fuck. This can’t be happening. I can’t let Mercy fucking Morningstar win.
With a growl, I wrap her luscious locks around my fist and hold her down. Her cheeks puff out as she tries to breathe.
Yeah, you’re not that experienced.
“You dirty slut. You want all your holes filled with cum, don’t you?
” I picture it now, Mercy lying on her back with cum leaking out of her ass, pussy, and mouth all at once—or we could stripe her entire body in white, coating her in our seed.
I think I like that picture better, and I know that Kane would too.
Painting her body as ours is poetic, in a filthy sort of way.
“Sam filled up your pussy, and now it’s my turn to cover your tongue, isn’t it?” I click my tongue against my teeth. “It’s too bad that Kane can’t fit in your ass, or we could fulfill your dirty little fantasy right now. Does that make you hot? Does it get you wet?”
I’m saying too much, but it’s a distraction from the way her throat constricts around my head. I doubt she has experience deep throating anyone, so if I’m too rough with her, she might vomit.
If it wouldn’t gross me out, I’d be tempted for the sheer fact that it would put her in her fucking place.
Trying to outdo me in a blow job?
Im-fucking-possible.
I’ve been training my throat for years, and what has she been doing?
Drawing pictures and mismanaging her sleep?
Scoffing, I pull her head up to watch fat tears roll down her cheeks.
That’s better. The tension in my chest loosens enough that I can take a full breath.
She may want to be better than me, but there’s no fucking way she’ll ever get there, especially not by practicing on my cock.
I’m not as thick or as long as Kane, but I have a wicked curve that throws some people off their first time.
Mercy, however, doesn’t have the experience to know otherwise.
She bobs her head like a subservient little bitch, eager to please.
I pull her hair to keep her from going back down.
It’s when she’s too deep that I’ll falter, and I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of making me come. She’s going to have to work for it.
Kane slides up behind me like a bitch in heat, ready to jump in on the action.
I can feel his erection pressing against my spine, not as thick as earlier, but nearly.
His refractory period is insanely short—it’s one of the qualities that makes him popular at parties when there are more than enough holes to go around and not enough dicks to fill them.
“Stop,” I swallow, turning my head to bump Kane’s chest. “You’re not involved in this.”
He chuckles as he runs his hands beneath my shirt and up my chest. Teasing my nipples, he groans. “It’s so hot watching someone else suck you off. Imagine if she had on lipstick. Cherry red, or burgundy—” He shivers, the sensation tickling my back. “I’d love to see your dick covered in red.”
“Keep your blood kink away from my dick.”
“My blood kink?” Nipping my neck, Kane chuckles deeper. “Look in the mirror, babe. I’m not the one who likes to carve people up.”
“None of that—” I suck in a breath as Mercy descends, strategically using my waning attention to take me deeper into her throat. “Matters right now. You’re gonna—” I pant. Mercy’s hot hand massages my balls just the way I like, with a hard squeeze that makes my dick twitch. “Lose your bet.”
“Don’t care. I’d be happy if this lasted forever.”
Rolling my eyes, I tune him out and focus on Mercy.
“Someone’s eager,” I growl, cupping her flushed cheeks.
She’s hot to the touch, and her lips—swollen, red, delicious.
Saliva drips from her open mouth and catches on my ballsack.
Grinning, I pop her off my cock and shove her face in her mess. “Lick it up, Kitten.”
Her whole body shudders. I can tell she doesn’t want to. For a second, I believe that she’s going to tap out, but then she swipes her tongue through the puddle of saliva and keeps going, drawing one of my balls into her mouth. Flicking her gaze up to meet mine, she sucks.
My hips jerk. Kane pinches my nipples. Mercy grabs my shaft and strokes hard, drawing up my flesh to tease the underside of my head.
She must have seen that in a porn or something, but it does its job.
An excessive amount of precum leaks from my slit, and she gathers it in her hand to stroke even faster.
“That’s not a blow job,” I remind her, clenching my jaw.
Shit, but it’s working. Before she can retort with some smart ass remark, I grab her hair and force her back onto my cock.
The heat of her mouth makes me shiver. Sweat gathers at my hairline.
It shouldn’t feel this good to have someone else on my cock.
Maybe it’s because Kane’s watching? He’s clearly into it, rubbing his hard-on against my lower back while he looks over my shoulder.
Even Sam, as possessive as he claims to be, is slack-jawed as he watches his girl swallow as much of my cock as she can, her eyes watering again.
Damn, that’s a pretty sight.
Her tits jiggle as she raises her head, giving me a peek at her rosy nipples.
I bet they’d feel good beneath my tongue.
Taut, sensitive peaks craving my mouth. She’d cry out like the needy little thing she is and beg for my cock inside her dripping wet hole, all too eager for me to bury deep and fill her womb with my—
Mercy swallows the very tip of my cock, taking me deeper than I thought possible, and chokes. With a moan, I grab the back of her head and push, keeping her there while I come my fucking brains out. Hot spurts of my seed skip her tongue entirely and land inside her throat, forcing her to swallow.
That’s it, Kitten, drink my fucking milk.
Silent tears drip down her scarlet cheeks as she struggles to breathe.
“Through your nose, sweetheart. Breathe through your nose.” Kane reaches over me to rub the top of her head, like she really is a cat needing praise.
Sam joins in, swooping down to rub her throat and encourage her to swallow. “You’re almost done. Good girl.”
Once my balls are empty, I grab both sides of her face and pull her up, enjoying the way she gasps for air. Prying her mouth open with my fingers, I confirm that there isn’t a single drop of semen remaining within. “You get an A,” I tell her, “because you didn’t scrape me with your teeth.”
Kane rumbles behind me but doesn’t say anything, thank God, because I’d hate for her to learn that I like that shit.
“Two minutes and forty-two seconds,” Sam announces. Brushing Mercy’s hair off her cheek, he kisses away her tears. “You did good, baby. That’s fast.”
“And you swallowed.” Kane smacks my ribs. “This fucker didn’t want me to swallow the first time.”
Blushing is not how I wanted to end this experience. Cheeks flaming, I smack Kane back. “Keep that to yourself!”
Mercy stares up at me curiously. “Why didn’t he want you to swallow?”
“Because at the time, Zane hadn’t, y’know.” Kane pretends to jerk off. “In a while.”
Sam’s lip curls. “TMI.”
Kane rolls his eyes. “Like you were complaining this morning when she ate your load. I bet you hadn’t jerked off since…” Scrunching his face, he starts counting back on his fingers. “When were we at Lucio’s?”
That night feels like a lifetime ago.
Dragging a hand down my face, I take a breath before shoving my dick back in my pants.
I want to say something snarky about how this was a one time only thing, but my heart isn’t in it.
If I say that, Kane will call me out on it, and I’ll have to admit right here and now, aloud, that this wasn’t… bad.
Despite the rough start to the evening, I feel lighter than I have in weeks.
Completely sober, even. The voices in my head have gone quiet, allowing the others to filter in without their usual harsh edges and undertones.
Instead, I’m left with the warmth of Kane’s hand on my hip, the absentminded caress of Mercy’s fingers on my ankle, and the simple, carefree banter between Sam and Kane as they debate the winnings from their blow job bet.
I’m not even that upset that I came.
While the other men argue, my gaze roams Mercy’s naked body.
The bruises on her skin are still as visible as they were earlier, but so is the sweat glistening across her shoulders, the delicate swell of her breasts, and the soft rolls of her stomach.
The light in her eyes is brighter now, too.
I listen as she joins the debate with the others, and she actually laughs, just as carefree as they are.
The moment is… happy.
I find myself trying to hide a smile, and to my surprise, Mercy wraps her hand around my ankle and smiles back. Not at Kane or at Sam, but at… me.
My heartbeat trips, and I quickly look away.
No matter how we remember tonight after dawn arrives, the fact remains that nothing has changed between us.
The game is still on, as far as I’m concerned.
Kane didn’t fuck Mercy, and more importantly, I didn’t fuck Mercy.
Mouths don’t count. Sam fucking Mercy was never part of the ruleset, so that’s irrelevant.
As for falling in love…
I rest my head on Kane’s shoulder and close my eyes, ignoring the unsteady beat of my heart.
Love can wait forever.